Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

When the song you hear whilst reading the sixth book in an on-going series is ‘Gethsemane’ from ‘Jesus Christ Superstar’ then you know something is wrong.

Then I was inspired
Now I’m sad and tired
Listen surely I’ve exceeded

The book is overwritten; massively so. It feels like a book that has been produced to set up the final text in the series. I’m disappointed in ‘Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.’ It is a competent book; the character development (in parts) is believeable (to the point that the teenagers really are aggravating) and the strands from earlier stories are beginning to be drawn towards their inevitable conclusion. It isn’t startlingly good, however, and Rowling can write well. Very well; this is why the books work in both the adult and children’s market.

Why then am I scared
To finish what I started
What you started
I didn’t start it

I’m more than willing to take some of the blame for this; the market created a want for J. K. Rowling to produce bigger books and she has provided her fans with exactly what they wanted. In return we’ve provided her with fame and wealth and, I suspect quite sadly, no real need to write.

Pity really. Still, what wouldn’t I give to be in her position…

(Answers on a postcard)


There are many things I don’t understand. Why microscopic processes collapse on the macroscopic levels. The popularity of lip piercings. My fixation on peculiar women.

Then there are the Livejournal Communities. Communities that, with few exceptions, exist to glorify in the subjective notion of beauty.

Peer group and peer acceptance is hard enough for most people. Still, in the world proper people tend to gravitate towards their own kind by simple social pressures.

In the world that is Livejournal you get voted in. Or, as can sometimes be the case, be told to ‘Fuck off,’ just in more rude terms.

Some of the Communities exist for a legitimate reason, such as support for various hobbies and weird haircuts. Most of them, however, are Communities that seek to accept, or reject, you on the basis of what you look like. Your reward for passing muster? The ability to accept other like-bodied people.

Let me stress this; such Communities don’t then engage in constructive dialogue or engage in projects to beautify the world. As far as I can see their express purpose is to make sure that ugly people can’t interfere in their little part of the online world.

Of course, those who get rejected from one Community can just set up another. Perhaps it’s all good in the end. It’s just possible that what we are seeing is the construction of little polities that will one day result in an ecumenical movement of ‘Hey, we’re all basically the same, aren’t we?’

Then again, it’s probably more likely that it’s just people being bitchy.

Damn you all to hell.

Pedagogy Comedy

When I sometimes think ‘HORansome, you need to write more!’ I need to remind myself that I’ve been regularly writing and directing stage plays for a year and an half now. Admittedly they are only three to five minutes in length and there are only about twenty-four of these a year, but it’s a regular thing and the gig is good.

For the gig is comedy and the gig is pedagogical.

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